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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. A strand of hair played right above her cheek. With her hands full of clay, she twitched her cheek to stop it. But it didn’t, and neither did the wind do any favours. It was a cloudy day and she wondered when she would finish with the modeling. She wished there would be sunlight for it to dry out. A small dimple dug at her cheek as she smiled. Maybe she had to be Santa all her life – she had the gifts but would never be gifted anything. She could see the rain...
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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. She just couldn’t get over the song. Had played it over a hundred times already and yet, it sounded so fresh. Her roommate was on the verge of losing her nerves. But she understood. Why is it that she could instantly identity with the song – the tone, the music and especially the lyrics. To the extent that it became “her song”! Ldquo;How have you been? Ldquo;What are you doing here? Had it all been a mistake? Rdquo; “Will tell you everything when I come...
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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. The sun was about to set. The traffic had increased. The honking reverberated in her head. The auto rickshaw in which she sat jerked into a pit. “Please be careful.” She shouted to the driver. “Sorry madam, the roads are really bad after the rains.” Her heart was beating fast. Her greatest fear had come alive, what if he never showed up…. Whatever it was, she could not interpret it. She had made her decision; in fact, they both had. She sat there, her clothes...
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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. Ldquo;Stop playing that song.” Geetali fumed and turned around to see the six faces staring quizzically at her. She had just started doing her Thermodynamics assignment, but they could never leave her alone! Ldquo;You are so weird. This is the latest dance track.” Geetali had known them since the beginning of college; they also stayed in the girl’s hostel, like she did. Ldquo;We are going for a movie, you want to come? It was only at night, when she ate her f...
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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. The last mango season. She put on her slippers and walked towards the door. Hiru tweeted from a distance in his cage. “Alright, I am coming. You don’t like your cage do you? Rdquo; She set the bird free. Hiru flew around the whole room, spanned the courtyard and came back to his cage. She put some food for him in his cage and filled his small cup with water. Hiru was the only one who managed to bring a smile to her face! Where is today’s paper? I want to wish...
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The stride is mine..... - Cosmopolitan Curry
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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. The stride is mine. The loud music helped her get away, even in the midst of honking, and in the middle of a traffic jam. She checked her phone for any new messages, there were no one. She hated crowds, and people in general. If she had her way, she would move out of the city and live in the hills, in the quiet and serene! But the traffic was nowhere ever near serene. She couldn’t even drive at 20 kmph on these busy Delhi roads. Ldquo;It is not right. I s...
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Matters don't matter..... - Cosmopolitan Curry
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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. I hated it ever since they scolded me and asked me not to touch it. “It’s your grandfather’s. It’s a collector’s item.” At five years of age, I adored the wooden carving, the black and white keys and the grandeur! It was really old, not sure if it was older than my grandfather - dadaji, but he once told me he had brought it from a British officer in pre independent India. I climbed downstairs, whisked into the kitchen and ran across the courtyard. Faster ...
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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. The last mango season. She put on her slippers and walked towards the door. Hiru tweeted from a distance in his cage. “Alright, I am coming. You don’t like your cage do you? Rdquo; She set the bird free. Hiru flew around the whole room, spanned the courtyard and came back to his cage. She put some food for him in his cage and filled his small cup with water. Hiru was the only one who managed to bring a smile to her face! Where is today’s paper? I want to wish...
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A collection of short stories by Lovya Mehta. It was a blank picture. I stared and stared at it but could not make any sense out of it. “Oh, this one is masterpiece. The dots symbolize life in its different forms.” Was it just me or no one else could make sense out of it. I just stood there and smiled. Was I ashamed to say I could not understand? Or was it classy to say yes? Ldquo;This one is sold.” And they put a dot on it. Is everything in life always conceived by its marketing value? I ordered and the...
